I'm just going to assume that if you got this far into the story (past Hidan's introductory scene of murder) then you're gonna be fine with the slayage in this chapter. Just a fair warning that Sakura isn't as PG as Hidan was, nothing too awful, but still I'm a bad tell on what is supposed to be scary or not. And yeah, there's filth too, it's pretty much most of the chapter because I have no self-control.
Also, if you're curious what the paint they're wearing looks like go to my Tumblr Rhearenee-Magane. One of my latest posts is just that.
They stalked through the streets like two weirdos. How she knew? The few people that passed by them gave weird, slightly frightened looks and avoided their path like the plague. Being a freak that scared people with just looks was something she never wanted to do, though she had to admit that it had some empowering feeling. Her facial features were unrecognizable under the paint.
The late evening air was chilly, the slight breeze cooling it further. She had to borrow a jacket from Hidan to not freeze her fingers off, her cardigan too thin. Her wardrobe didn't work for the disguise Hidan was going for, and next to him she looked like a thrift store reject.
Their looks were too unique to do anything in the city, too many surveillance cameras and people. To avoid unnecessary suspicion, they chose a district closer to the woods. Sakura knew one club in the area students and other club goers heavily visited. It was relatively close to the woods, where some patrons often wandered into for a smoke break or to take a piss.
The sky overhead was dark, threatening a rainstorm later. She huddled deeper in the oversized, black jacket, hands deep in the pockets. Her trusty sedative syringe was her rock, keeping her nerves from fraying. She periodically checked if it was still in her pocket.
They walked side by side in a brisk pace. A random jerkwad called out to them from across the street how it was too early for Halloween, and Sakura sneered. Hidan seemed to take the insult in stride, grinning like he'd won the lottery. Sometimes she couldn't understand him at all, the longer she stayed in his company the more she got the impression that he might be just a nutjob. Which spoke volumes about her current sense of self-preservation. Hidan was a terrible influence.
Her doubts were silently eating her up. The novelty of the stares had worn off, and she got the sense of being a faker, someone she's not. And while the paint did disguise them, it was too memorable. What if someone caught on to what they were going to do? What if…
Stop it, Sakura.
There always had been danger in what she was doing, always had been a possibility of getting caught. It hadn't stopped her then, it shouldn't stop her now. Almost on autopilot, she looped her arm through Hidan's. He said nothing, only briefly glanced at her. The closeness calmed her. The feel of his warmth reminded her she wasn't alone. That's right, she wasn't going through this alone this time.
Once they reached the small thicket of woods, they split up and waited not too far from each other. Her nerves were back, and she twirled the knife Hidan had given her in her hands. She'd never killed anyone on the spot. She usually sedated and then dragged the victim back to her lab where she conducted her experiments. Generally she preferred if her victims were alive, it helped in creating new theories and testing them, but sometimes she had to deal with dead ones too. The awareness of her subjects wasn't important to her, just the reaction of their bodies.
This was different, this was personal.
The loud music from the club boomed in a dimmed, pulsing beat. Voices constantly passed, none ever came close enough to their hiding spots.
Hidan had given her the choice of choosing a victim. She swallowed. While she sometimes picked off drunkards, students and club goers were different. Most of them came outside in groups, chatting and smoking, none of them veering off.
After nearly two hours, finally someone was alone. The student was leisurely taking a drag from his cigarette.
Sakura nodded to Hidan in affirmative – this was the guy they'll take. Hidan was going to be the initial scare to direct him deeper into the woods. She rubbed her icy hands, trying to regain some warmth to them. The cold and damp air had settled deep into her clothes.
Their victim was unsuspecting, checking his phone as he took periodical drags from his cigarette.
Hidan was creeping through the woods, circling the kid. She waited with bated breath, following his shadowed form. In a snap, Hidan jumped in front of the kid, startling him and making him drop his phone and cigarette. Brief mumbled words were exchanged before Hidan brandished his butterfly knife. A moment of hesitation. The student ran the opposite way, right into the woods where she was waiting.
Perfect.
She exhaled and pulled out her own knife. Her limbs were frozen from the long wait and she was shivering either from the anticipation or cold, she didn't know. She intercepted the guy, a carefully placed smile on her face.
The student's face was pure horror, a look she hadn't seen before. He ran to the side, nearly tripping over himself.
Sakura gave chase. Her heart beat like a drum in her chest. This was it. She was chasing someone down with a knife. It was... exhilarating.
He threw a backwards glance, visibly shaking when he saw her.
She picked up speed, tree branches cracking under her feet. When she was younger, she took a lot of boxing classes and after all these years it surprised her how quickly all the breathing techniques came back to her. The woodsy area wasn't large, a well-travelled road was on the other side. She had to catch this guy before he reached it. Despite her training, she wasn't a runner, and the fear was making the student run faster, ignoring any kind of obstacle.
On impulse, Sakura threw her knife. Her aim was true, and the knife lodged between the guy's shoulder blades, making him trip with a strained shout. Panting, Sakura rushed to catch up.
Despite the knife lodged in his back, the student was scrambling to get back up, frantically mumbling nonsense.
Wow. She had no idea that they could be so pathetic looking when they got chased. It was just sad. She stepped on the fretting student, pressing him into the ground.
He was begging with garbled words.
Sakura pulled out her knife, and he screamed. "Tsk, why you gotta be so loud?" She hated excessive noise, it always disturbed her concentration. It gave her an idea. What if she tried some of her experiments on an aware subject? Patients with some certain injuries when brought in were aware and healing a squirming, moaning patient was a lot different from one under anaesthesia.
She turned the student around and stood over him. Tears were streaming down his face, but at this moment it didn't interest her. She crouched, and he flinched, trying to hit her with fists. She stabbed him in the shoulder and he cried out. "Stay still, please."
"Havin' fun, love." Hidan suddenly popped up from behind her.
She spared a glance his way and extended her hand. "Knife."
He chuckled, but still gave over his knife to her.
Sakura pinned the guy's other flailing hand to the ground with her knee and started by cutting away his shirt. She wasn't used to doing it with a knife and accidentally nicked him a couple of times. Oh well. "Now, this might hurt a bit." Carefully she made the first cut right over a pectoral. The knife wasn't a good enough tool to cut bone, so she must stick to some simple flaying methods to do her cutting of the muscle instead.
Hidan crouched beside her and wordlessly took the strain of holding back the student's arm from her.
The whimpering and crying was background noise by this point. To test her healing technique on infections (something she'd been eager to try out again) she would need more time with the subject, something she sadly did not have. She had to work quickly. Still, she kept a steady hand and made multiple cuts to remove the skin, cutting deeply into the muscle afterwards. She had very little clue what her goal here was apart from just cutting. The short time frame eliminated all of her usual options.
The student was screaming quite a lot, and she was tempted to slit his throat if just to get him to shut up.
"Please, keep your noise levels to a minimum. I need to concentrate." She lifted a skin flap from his collarbone, exposing the bone, and threw the cut off flesh haphazardly into the woods.
Hidan laughed shortly. "You better hurry and finish, we don't have a lotta time."
Sakura grimaced, that's what she was afraid of. She went through the few hand seals necessary for her technique and set to heal the deep gash on his chest. It was seeping blood rapidly and if left untreated he'd bleed out in seconds. It was a very basic technique and injury and she healed it up in few seconds. Still, it was faster than the healing techniques they used at the hospital.
"That seems kinda counter productive."
Sakura flattened her lips. "Like I said, I do this for science." Though the excuse by now had worn thin and she wasn't sure if it was true herself.
"Yeah, okay."
His offhanded placating tone irked her. Whatever she wanted to say got cut off when shouts, a name, came from the direction of the club. Crap. They were out of time, the student's friends were looking for him. There was so much more she could do, like maybe try to do a facial reconstruction or...
"We really gotta go." Hidan ripped the knife from the student's shoulder and handed it to her. "Finish this."
She eyed it for a moment. Well... maybe she can still make this interesting. She took the knife and in a swift move stabbed the student in the eye, not going deep enough to kill him. He screamed, and she pulled out the knife, this time aiming it for his mouth. She put a bit more strength in it this time and easily broke teeth and stabbed deep enough to damage the throat. Taking the other knife in her hand, she stabbed him in the neck. That successfully eliminated the screaming, leaving the student desperately gurgling for a breath.
Hidan retrieved the knife stuck in the eye-socket and cleaned it on the student's clothes. Sakura did the same.
They immediately set out in a run, right out of the woods where the road was, not sparing a single glance back to the dying kid.
She was actually laughing. A pure joyous laugh, as if she'd just gotten off a carnival ride. She had killed without a purpose; she had just taken a life for the heck of it. And it felt... powerful. It was she who decided the fate of that guy. Was this the reason serial killers existed? Because each time was like a rush of heroin?
They ran for some while, Sakura wasn't even following where, her mind and body buzzing from the high. At a darker street with little traffic, they finally stopped.
Sakura was panting. She broke out in uncontrollable giggles soon after, cradling her face. This was just… This was crazy, this was madness. Why hadn't she done it like this before?
When she composed herself Hidan had been looking at her with this almost gleeful expression. It was hard to tell because of the paint.
She cleared her throat. "This was fun, but next time we're doing this my way." The lack of time had forced her to be creative, though she'd much prefer to take her time next time.
Hidan didn't say anything, just observed her face.
Sakura grinned, unsure. The realization that she'd just admitted to him he had been right about her fell over her like cold water. She wanted to do this again, and she wanted to do it with him.
Without warning, he crossed the distance between them in a few quick strides and with his free hand he took her face and kissed her. Her stomach did a flip. It was almost bruising, the way he pressed his lips against hers, but when she placed her hands on his chest, he relaxed and the kiss naturally deepened. She tasted blood and wondered how it got there.
When she pulled back, there was obvious heat in his lidded eyes. Unexpectedly, she shivered pleasantly. She bit her lip in uncertainty and his eyes were drawn to the action. Her mind wasn't able to make rational thoughts, anyway.
He kissed her again, pressing her against a lamppost.
She fisted her hands in his jacket and tangled her tongue with his.
This time he pulled away first. "Wanna continue this?"
Breathless, she replied, "Yes."
With a positively devious smile, he took her hand and lead her down the street.
Her heart was stuttering in her chest like a hummingbird. This was the most careless she ever had been. And it gave her such a high. The possibility of getting caught, the adrenaline. Not to mention the crazy paint and the expressions he had made. Now she understood why Hidan liked to be flashy like this. She didn't even mind the few side-glances they earned from a few pedestrians.
She was positively on fire, buzzing from excitement. Oh gods, she needed to do this again. She stopped.
Hidan peered at her in curiosity.
Sakura grinned, stepped closer to him, and kissed him. She didn't care one bit that they had made an absolute mess of the paint on the faces or that they were making a scene.
He easily slipped his hands around her waist. Whenever she could, she sucked on his lip, revelling in how the action got the cutest of noises from him. One hand around her waist slipped under her shirt and gripped her almost bruisingly, pressing her closer, hand warm despite the weather. It came to her as no surprise that he was a bit harsh. What surprised her was how much she liked it.
He lightly bit her, and she moaned, moving her hands into his hair, purposely messing up his neatly slicked back hair. He smiled into it and pulled back for a moment to observe her face.
She beamed at the mess that was the paint on his face, all smeared into dull grey tones. Her smile turned devious when she pulled on his hair, exposing his neck. She latched on to the exposed skin, softly biting him. He definitely liked it. He shuddered and leaned more into her.
"Sakura." His tone was warning. "Unless you want to do this in the middle of the street, we better move on."
Pulling back she pouted, yet it was short lasting and easily morphed into a satisfied grin. His eyes were clouded with lust and he was obviously aroused. She could feel as much. She wanted to push his buttons more and slid her hand down his body.
He didn't stop her, just watched her as if in a trance.
She rested her fingers on his belt buckle. "Where do you propose we go?" she whispered, leaning closer as if searching for a kiss.
Hidan closed his eyes for a moment and removed her hand.
She was so aroused that she seriously could not give a single fuck where they were or that they had drawn some stares. The paint was dangerous; it made her forget all of her senses and caution.
He closed the small distance between them, kissing her softly and slowly. After the rough handling before the sudden softness shocked her. "Fuck if I know."
Sakura giggled and fully pulled back. "Come." She pulled on his hand and he complied, easily lacing their fingers. She'd forgotten the way back to his apartment, so back to her house it was. It was a bit of a trek, but with the rushed pace they were going in, it won't take longer than ten minutes to reach.
She couldn't remember the last time she was this giddy. Especially considering that she had just killed someone in cold blood. Even a potential breakthrough in an experiment didn't get her this amped up. The pulsing arousal had more to do with Hidan than the murder honestly, but it still lightly surprised her. Usually she'd look down on something like this. She didn't kill for the fun of it and she definitely did not sleep with strange men, especially men that were killers.
Yet she couldn't muster up the will to care. All she cared about was getting his hands on her body again, feeling him close to her, tasting him. She was potentially just as fucked up as him, and she saw nothing wrong with that.
Just as they reached her house, she had to stop to dig for her keys in her pockets. Hidan took her distraction as a chance to wrap his hands around her and kiss her nape. She moaned loudly. "You're...you're distracting me." She felt his breath on her skin and the brief laugh he gave.
"Then you'll just have to concentrate harder." One of his hands cupped her breast, and she leaned back into him just as her fingers brushed against her keys in the pocket of her jacket. With a victorious shout, she pulled them out.
She squirmed in his hold. "Hidan, please, I gotta unlock the door."
He sighed and reluctantly let her go.
Finally free, her next challenge was trying to fit the key into the lock with how much her hands were shaking.
"Havin' difficulties there, love?" He was hovering behind her.
Sakura was about to snap at him for distracting her again when she finally got the key fit. "Aha!" With a smug look, she turned to him. "I'm perfectly capable and I wasn't struggling." She poked his chest with a finger.
Hidan laughed and used her hand to pull her closer to him. She managed a short squeak before he pressed his lips against hers again. She melted into him and his warmth. When his other hand wandered, she pulled back.
"Okay, we really gotta go inside before my neighbours notice us."
A devious sparkle lit up in his eyes. "You scared?"
Sakura deadpanned. "Yes, of their judgey stares and gossip."
He chuckled. "You're a weird one, Sakura."
She lightly smacked him. "You're one to speak, Mr 'I'm painting my face to look like a skeleton'."
"Fair point. Now c'mon, I still gotta fuck you proper." He pulled her towards the door, unlocking it and removing the key.
Her face warmed at his crass words. She was really doing this? With him? Then he turned around, waiting for her to take the lead, and she burst out laughing. He looked absolutely ridiculous with the paint all smeared up beyond recognition around his mouth area. She probably was no better. Her neighbours are definitely going to have a field day with this. "We look ridiculous." She explained, leading him inside the dark house.
"Nothin' a simple shower can't fix." He was removing his boots and jacket and her mind fell into the gutter. He had under a simple open button-down and a t-shirt, but damn watching him move did things to her, especially when it was obvious that he still was aroused.
She busied herself by removing her own shoes when he quite shamelessly adjusted himself.
It rained cats and dogs outside, the loud rainfall filling the silence.
"So...How you wanna do this?"
Confused by the question, she looked up.
He was standing on the edge of her living room, arms crossed a bit stiffly, face shrouded in darkness. The dim light from the window outlined him.
Biting her lip, she approached. "You nervous?" She lightly touched him with her fingertips.
"Of you bailing? Yeah."
She paused. "Why would I bail?"
He shrugged, looking away. "You've had plenty of time to second guess everything." His voice was low and quiet, his accent softening.
Well, she'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought this over a bit, though her own horniness kind of dimmed everything that happened before. Instead of answering him, she brought her hand around the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss. He relaxed and put his arms on her waist. She pulled away a bit. "First follow up on your promise, then I'll think about bailing."
Hidan smiled and chuckled. "Playin' with my feelings like this."
Sakura smirked, lightly running her fingertips over his chest in random patterns. "I'm just following your lead, darling." She won't pass up on the chance to give him some grief after he did the same to her for weeks. Her hand trailed down to the front of his jeans. She stroked him, watching as his expression changed.
Suddenly he pinned her against the door-frame to her living room and left soft bites across the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her hands fisted in his shirt. He moved to work her out of her camisole and she allowed him, raising her arms. Both of his hands kneaded her clothed breasts while he continued his ministrations on her neck.
Sakura moaned, arching into him. There were too many layers between them and that needed to be fixed. She worked the button-down off his shoulders, immediately reaching for his shirt next. He smiled against her skin, yet still allowed her to undress him. Shirt off, she reached for him again, sealing her mouth over his.
Both of them were frantic and she might have accidentally bitten him, earning her a moan. She moved away from the door-frame, pulling him along. The heat in his eyes made her tingly all over, and her arousal reignited with a new fervour. She pulled him by his hand up the stairs, mind fuzzy and electricity running up her hand from where they were touching.
Once in her dim bedroom she shimmied out of her jeans, Hidan doing the same. He was upon her as soon as she pulled out her leg from her jeans, kissing her as he tried to unclasp her bra.
With her bra off, he steadily pushed her backwards until the back of her legs hit her bed. She nearly toppled over and hugged closer to him. The skin on skin contact was electrifying, and he was like a furnace against her.
He slowly laid her down, moving his mouth down her body with her descent. Sakura sighed when he enveloped her nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking softly. She sunk her fingers in his mussed hair.
"Wait, wait!" She gently pushed him off. "I need to check you."
"What?" He was hovering over her, head tilted to the side, and she used that chance to run her hands down his abdomen and run diagnostic chakra through him. He shuddered. "Sakura?"
"Gotta check if you're clean or not."
He shook his head with a smile. "You coulda just asked."
She hummed, drawing her brows. "I want to make sure myself." There was definitely something different about him. Maybe that supposed immortality.
Hidan shifted on his side, and she had to shift with him. "I'm immortal, love. I don't catch diseases."
Hmm.. he was right about that. She had never seen someone that healthy. There was nothing that she could find that might be wrong, at least on a surface level. She moved to straddle him, hands on his chest. Hidan was looking at her with a dopey smile while she scanned him with a furrowed brow. She lacked the concentration to properly scan him but... "You're sterile?"
He ran his hands up her sides, concentrating more on her tits than her face. "Comes with the immortal package."
Why did he suddenly become like so much hotter? His heated gaze felt like fire and if she didn't have him inside her like right now she was going to explode from need. She moved off him to remove her last piece of underwear as he shimmied higher up the bed, eyes glued to her body.
She grinned. He made such a silly picture, laying in her pastel bedsheets with that half smeared scary paint on him and random smears of grey around his neck where she'd kissed him. Shrouded in harsh pink shadows from her lava lamp.
Sakura crawled on the bed, never breaking eye contact. He crossed his arms behind his head, a satisfied grin on his face. She moved over him, only stopping briefly to finally look at him properly and take him in her hand and give a few slow strokes. A devious smile slipped past her lips when his smile faltered for a moment. With her thumb, she smeared the pre-cum around the head of his cock and watched in glee as his expression changed. With no warning, she took him in her mouth, and he groaned and cursed. His hand weaved into her hair as she worked him, twirling her tongue around the head.
"Sakura..." he trailed off and yanked on her hair, pulling her off.
She continued her crawl until she reached him, kissing him on the lips slowly.
He was the first to pull away. "You really are on the road of trying to kill me."
Sakura laughed shortly. "I like to do things slow and precise, so don't worry, honey, you'll live for a while." She patted his cheek affectionately while trying to stifle her giggles.
A half smile passed his lips, and he placed his hands on the back of her thighs, squeezing and then pushing. She lost her balance and toppled on top of him with a squeak. And the bastard was laughing about it. It kind of hurt. She nearly hit her nose against the headboard. If she hadn't been throbbing with unfulfilled need that would have been a mood killer. "That wasn't funny." She tried to right herself, but paused for a second when she felt him nuzzle her tit.
When she pulled back a shit-eating grin covered his lips. "Dunno I kind of liked the outcome."
Instead of giving him the satisfaction of replying, she shimmied lower, dragging her fingers over his skin in a light touch. She'll never get enough of the shivers he got from her doing that.
His hands hadn't left her thighs. The smug grin dropped as soon as she took his dick in her hand and positioned herself over it. She was so wet by this point that it was an easy glide down. They both groaned and his grip on her thighs increased.
Her movements were slow at first, trying to find her rhythm, but Hidan was urging her on with his hands. Her eyes fell closed, and she focused on the building pleasure. Ino had been right. It had been too long since she last had any kind of intimacy. She'd nearly forgotten the feeling of being filled, of being stretched deliciously so and oh… She moaned when she finally found the right angle and dragged one of her hands to work on her clit.
Hidan cursed profusely when she squeezed, feeling her own mounting orgasm coming on.
Suddenly her bliss was interrupted when she received a light slap on her cheek and then a hand wound around her throat. He had another shit-eating grin on his face, fingers slowly applying pressure on her neck.
Sakura mock glared, slapped him back, and knocked his hand away. She slowed her pace, took his wrists and pinned them to the headboard. The change in position changed the angle, and suddenly he was hitting different spots that nearly made her see stars. She was so close.
Hidan sprouted unintelligible curses under her, moving along with her. She rocked her hips. His hands were balled and when she peered down at him, his eyes were closed, head thrown back. "Hidan?" Sakura slowed her pace. "Look at me."
That caught his attention. The desire in his hooded eyes, the appreciation of her made her heart swell. She let go of his hands and leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
He responded in earnest, pulling her closer.
Untangling herself, she resumed her pace and this time he had a hand on her clit, rubbing her with his fingers. It was enough to set her over the edge, and she came with a high moan, her back arching as she slowly rode off her orgasm.
Hidan cursed under her, his grip on her hip becoming almost bruising.
She batted his hand away from her sensitive cilt and instead took the fingers in her mouth, sucking on them as she kept direct eye contact. Keeping a slow pace, she felt her second orgasm grow. A smile stretched over her lips. "Come for me."
He groaned. "Bloody hell, Sakura." Hidan helped her move faster, and she placed his hand on her breast. He came with a loud groan and squeezed her breast that put her over the edge as well.
Both of them were panting as she slowly rode it out. Sweat ran down her back and her hair stuck awkwardly to her damp face. Hidan wasn't fairing any better, and she absolutely loved the bed hair look on him, especially when it had been her that had ruined his neat hairstyle.
Delicately she got off him, making sure not to drip their spendings all over her sheets, and fell on the bed beside him.
It had gotten completely dark outside; the rain pattered against the window. She stared at the ceiling, watching the lava lamp thrown shadows move, the day's events sinking in.
"Wow, I don't think I've ever let someone fuck me like that." He sounded breathless.
Sakura chuckled lowly and turned on her side to hug his arm to her chest. "Don't worry, I'll let you upkeep your promise of fucking me next time."
He turned his head her way, a tired smile on his lips. "Promise?"
"Yup."
Hidan turned on his side to fully face her and with one hand angled her face to kiss her gently. When he pulled back, "That shower would be nice right about now."
"Yeah." She was sticky all over and the paint on her face no doubt was all muddy if Hidan was any indication. A ball of unease settled in her stomach. She just had sex with a murderer and she had enjoyed it, moments before she had killed someone herself with no scientific reason. And she didn't know how to feel about that.
Despite all reason she had grown to like Hidan, even with all the rush worn off, she still wanted to touch him, to know more about him. She probably shouldn't. He was annoying, talked way too much sometimes, and coerced her into committing a crime. Yet she couldn't fault him for that. She got the same when she was passionate about something and despite the coercion she had her own curiosities she had wanted to stave.
There still was one goal she wanted to reach. She sat up. "Okay, shower first, then you're telling me all about Jashin and that immortality of yours."
He rolled on his back, arms spread. "Sure, love"
"And I'd also like to scan you. Properly this time."
Hidan leered at her still naked form. "I'm not opposed to your hands on me."
She shook her head with a smile and dragged herself out of bed.
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As it was, showering with Hidan had been a challenge. While she didn't get to do all of her shower regime, at least she washed her face and hair from the gunk. Hidan had been less worried about that and had been more focused on touching her and might have even fingered her to orgasm. It surprised her he found the time to wash the gunk off himself at all.
He was dead-set on continuing the sexcapades once they got back to her bedroom, but Sakura had put her foot down. She'd dressed herself in her pyjamas and stubbornly sat in the armchair in her room, lips pursed as she waited. He would not distract her from her goal.
Hidan hadn't bothered to dress like her and had stayed in her bed under her sheets. "Fine, fine. I'll tell you."
He apparently wasn't very opposed to talking about his cult like religion and sprung into a passionate tale about it. She had to even redirect him to stay focused on the parts that mattered to her. He'd scoffed at her and told her that everything mattered.
What she had gathered from his lengthy tale was that he'd gotten his immortality after he'd made enough sacrifices through lots and lots of experimentation. Weird to think they had something in common.
Sakura moved off the chair to the edge of the bed. "What are the limits of your healing?"
"Well, I stab myself in the heart pretty much every time I do a sacrifice. Oh, then there was the time I got my hand cut off. A good mate of mine knew some medicine and stitched me up after a few days." He shoved his wrist where there was a pale scar.
She crawled closer and took his hand in hers to observe. Interesting.
"Healed up fast, not as fast as normal, but works fine."
So cutting off body parts left scars while simple cutting or stabbing didn't scar. She quickly scanned the hand for any traces of surgery, but found practically none. Amazing. The cut seemed to be jagged. Attaching limbs with unclean cuts like that was a challenge. And to see that it had been done days later with such astounding results…
"I also seem to age slower than normal."
She raised her eyebrows.
"You'd figure that immortal means that I stay the same, but..." He shrugged.
Coyly, she asked. "So, how old are you?"
"I think thirty-two." He seemed to do mental maths for a moment. "Yeah, turned thirty-two in April. I was twenty-two when I first got accepted and Jashin gave his gift on me. I've stopped followin' my birthday after that."
Sakura blinked, he really didn't look like he was around thirty years old, then again people could look younger than they actually were.
"Yeah, so..." He let the sentence fall.
She thought for a moment, eyes still locked onto the faint scar on his arm. She slowly met his eyes. "How do you join?"
A satisfied grin slipped across his lips.
I love how at the smut part in my notes most of what I had put down was just that Sakura fucks lololol Y'know the smut was supposed to be this heat of the moment thing, but then these two decided to be such adults and respect each other so much that I just had to go with it. Also I'm starting to think that my Hidan has abandonment issues, he just keeps bringing it up out of nowhere. The same thing happened in Bad Reputation.
Next chapter is the last and shit will finally go down.
Anyway, thanks to all the lovely people that left me feedback. You guys are the best. Seriously.